User blog comment:Corbus/Castra Praetoria/@comment-4423064-20111221072015/@comment-3094815-20111221072943

Aleys mutters Well, there's always our own native tongue, the Forbidden Tongue...how many seasons has it been since we were forbidden to speak it? Ah, but now we are freebeasts again. Try to remember a poem, a lullaby should do to strike the fear into their hearts, haha! I shall be a deaf mute. You learn things that way. You know the paw signals we used to use when slaves of the One Whose Name We Do Not Speak? Use them and they should do for a deaf mute such as me, your assistant. I think we are all set!